Sunday, July 26, 2015

A bunch of fucking limp-dick, sour-note, flatter-than-their-girlfriends, flexible-tempo dipshits

Well, one thing is fucken certain. J.K. Simmon's Fletcher, music conductor/teacher, is the character of the year. Outstandingly well performed and fleshed out role, but otherwise you might think the movie is a tad overhyped. Bits magical, but, in the end, only a music drama.
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